Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I wanted everyone to know who was owning her. Sure, she owned me, and sure, she was the more dominant one in our relationship, but I was pretty sure she knew I needed this. To take control this time so I could reassure myself that she was still here, alive, well, and unbroken.
“Fuck me, Blayke,” she groaned, her head falling forward. Her pink hair fell around her face like a curtain, blocking her profile from my view, and I decidedly did not fucking like that. Gripping her hair in my fist, I held it out of my view, then proceeded to do exactly as she ordered.
I fucked her like a man starved. My hips snapped forward on every stroke, our bodies smacking together lewdly. It was quick. It was hot. And goddamn, it was just as good as when she rode me and made me hers.
“I’m close, mama,” I rasped, tightening my fingers in her hair.
She reached between her thighs and strummed her clit. I gritted my teeth, barely able to fucking breathe. My balls were drawing up tight. If she didn’t—
“Blayke…” she whined, her pussy tightening around my cock.
“Thank fuck,” I groaned, then spilled inside of her.
“What. The. Fuck,” Alejandro said from the entrance to the living room just as my ears stopped ringing.
“Shit,” Noah hissed, then sighed heavily, deflating on the couch in defeat.
I grinned at Alejandro as I eased out of Noah, quickly settling her thong back into place. She righted her jeans as I tucked myself back away. “Couldn’t help myself,” I replied with a shrug, now in a much better mood. Who the fuck needed liquor when I had Noah to take the edge off?
Alejandro drew in a deep breath like I was the bane of his existence, then promptly turned on his heel and walked away. I snickered, then pulled Noah into the circle of my arms, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. “Sorry for yelling at you, mama.”
She sighed and reached up to pat my cheek condescendingly. “Dumbasses are known to make stupid mistakes. You live and you learn.”
I barked out a laugh, letting her pull away from me. She headed toward the stairs, no doubt to get cleaned up. “You’re so nice to me,” I teased. “Makes it damn near impossible not to fall for you.”
“The absolute nicest,” she drawled sarcastically before disappearing up the staircase.
19
Blayke
Noah slapped her hand on my chest, jarring me awake. I hissed, rubbing at my sore flesh as I slowly turned my head to look at her. “What the fuck,” I grumbled. “Why’d you hit me?”
“Answer your fucking phone,” she muttered, rolling away from me and giving me her back.
And taking the damn blankets with her.
“Greedy,” I whispered in mock-frustration as I tugged her closer, then pulled the blankets back over us. Then, I grabbed my burner off the nightstand, groaning in irritation at Johnston’s name. What the fuck did he want at three in the fucking morning?
“What?” I snapped when I answered the phone, holding the device to my ear. “Do you know what time it is, brother?”
“You’ve been MIA,” Johnston said, irritation lining his voice. “You haven’t been giving me updates on anything. Ain’t heard a fucking thing about the Russians, about the partnership they have in Mexico, and nothing on our newest prospect. You losing sight of what it means to be the mother fucking VP, Blayke?”
“Oh, fuck you,” I muttered, pushing myself into a sitting position. Yawning, I scrubbed at my eyes with my free hand before rolling out bed. “Hold on for two damn minutes.”
I set the phone on the bed, then snatched my sweatpants off the floor and tugged them on. After picking up my phone again and double checking that Noah was still asleep, I headed out onto the balcony, quietly shutting the door behind me. Johnston might not give a fuck about my sleep, but I did care about Noah’s. She needed rest, and fuck if I’d allow Johnston to disturb her more than he already had.
“If you’re done being a dick, I can tell you what we know, which honestly isn’t much, which is why I haven’t called,” I told him, my tone revealing how irritated I was with him. I could’ve still been wrapped around my woman and asleep, but noooo. Johnston wanted to be a fucking dick. Who the fuck called someone in the middle of the night for a goddamn update?
“Don’t try me, Blayke. I’ve been fucking patient,” he growled.
“Have you though?” I retorted, leaning my back against the railing. “Calling me at this time of night doesn’t seem very patient of you, Johnston.”
A growl left his throat. “You’re treading on thin ice, mother fucker.”
I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t afraid of Johnston. I respected him, but I also never bit my tongue around him, proven by what I said next. If I’d been in front of him when I said it, he probably would’ve punched me in my face. Wouldn’t be the first time it’d happened, but I gave back just as good as I got.